Brianna got up Friday at 6am. She again went to whore school in her own bedroom. Towels again covered her bed. She again abused all her holes in an attempt to dramatically improve her sexual performance.

So many awful rules controlled her. She couldn’t tell anyone what had been done to her, or by who, at the so-called psych eval. She couldn’t resist, complain, or report about sexual harassment or sexual assault. She couldn’t penalize anyone for sexual harassment or sexual assault. She had to meet with her mentor once a week for a training hour, at a time and place of his choosing. She had to be naked during that hour. If she didn’t accept a sexual proposition from a man, her subconscious would make her choose between two new rules. She could remove two rules after having sex with a new man, if the rules weren’t permanent, but after that the rest of the rules became permanent. She couldn’t wear panties. She had to go out to singles bars and get drunk two nights in a row, with up to four days break. Within an hour of not accepting a proposition, she must edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door.

Having to practice wasn’t a rule. It was simply a command from Tony that her brain interpreted as a sexual proposition. She had decided to obey the command. She sure didn’t want another rule. If she disobeyed she’d get another rule. Maybe a rule for each day she disobeyed.

She’d made great progress yesterday in controlling her gag reflex and getting better at giving head. Her other holes were harder to improve. The pain in her buttocks and anus made her instinctively clench, making penetrating her anus hurt worse. That clenching made it hard to get the dildo up her anus any further even when it was thoroughly lubed.

She searched the web. She ordered an industrial amount of lube, several devices that claimed they could help stretch her anus wider and deeper, different butt plugs so she could work herself up to bigger sizes, and a few more sex toys. She asked for the fastest shipping she could get. It had ridiculous extra fees. She shook her head. There was no guarantee anything would help.

She also watched several increasingly dubious videos about herbal remedies and one about how women could improve their anal sexual performance based on their astrological sign. She sighed. One article suggested drinking herbal tea to relax. That one made sense. She did have herbal tea in the kitchen. She gave the tea a try. She doubted the tea would help her hindquarters. The tea did help her throat. Her throat was sore from the harsh blowjob practices she was continuing today.

Her Kegel and other internal muscles were sore. She pushed through anyway and continued to brutalize herself. She had less than a week to show results. There were a lot of technical videos about where those muscles were. Some videos explained about how to get those muscles stronger and use them to please a man’s cock through her cunt. No one had thought to create a video on how a woman could dramatically improve herself in less than a week so she could please men.

The ads and purchase recommendations she saw had completely changed. The Internet now knew her primary interests were sex toys and hardcore porn.

Sweat and shit were the room’s smells. If anything the practice hurt even more today. Several times, when something especially hurt, she reminded herself that she was a stupid bitch who needed to learn to say yes. She kept trying to chase the thought away, but the thought kept imposing itself on her mind, like a horse trainer breaking in a foal.

By 3pm she stopped. She needed to get ready for her date with Larry. Again the bed sheets were removed. Windows were opened. Candles were lit. A shower removed the stink of her outsides. Nothing removed the dirtiness she felt inside. She prepared her bed so he could fuck her in any way he decided.

She went out to her living room to take care of her lemon verbena next to her voile curtains. The verbana was a fussy plant but its fragrance usually soothed her. Its fragrance could not calm her today.

At 5pm she heard Larry knock on the door. She opened the door and let him in. She was dressed in another relatively chaste outfit. She wore a purple dress with a skirt that went halfway down her thighs and a top that fully covered her torso and neck. A frilled peplum draped below her narrow studded belt. She still wasn’t allowed to wear panties, or cover her cunt in other ways such as with a thong or pants. She could cover herself this much.

He pulled her into him and kissed her. His hands fully explored her body. She knew better than to resist him in any way. She did like the sensation. She liked Larry. What she didn’t like was being so out of control.

He pulled back and said, “We have dinner reservations. Come downstairs with me and I’ll drive us there.” She nodded in agreement. They walked to his car in the parking garage. He held the car door open for her. She’d complained about this gesture with a former boyfriend. She now accepted it with good grace.

They arrived at the restaurant. Larry said, “I’ll drop you off at the front and park.” Brianna thought about protesting, but struggled to find the words. He exited the car and closed his car door before she said anything. Larry again opened her car door. Brianna again accepted the gesture with good grace. Larry undressed her with his eyes as she turned and rose from the car seat in her short skirted dress. She unintentionally flashed Larry a lot of leg. Brianna teasingly groaned at him. She said, “If you play your cards right, you’ll see more later.” Larry smiled, closed her door, returned to his car seat, and sped away to park.

Brianna didn’t want to stand at the entrance, so she went into the restaurant’s waiting area and went to the area with the fewest people. It was busy and all the chairs were occupied. She stood in the side of the room, trying to look inconspicuous. It was hard for her to look inconspicuous. She had a bombshell body and a beautiful face to match. Her dress’ short skirt invited every man to take a long, slow look at her legs.

She heard masculine giggling behind her. She turned around. She saw two young men laughing and pushing another young man toward her. The young man pushed them back, but seeing her notice him, he stopped. He next walked toward her in mock but unsteady confidence. He seemed twenty-one at most.

“Hi,” he began awkwardly. “My name’s, um, Matt. How about you eat with me and I take you back to my place afterwards? You’ll be glad you did, I’m, um, biologically gifted.”

Brianna wasn’t sure if she should laugh or mock this awkward pass. It was clear his buddies had put him up to it. She saw Larry through the window, about to enter the foyer. She needed to nip this in the bud.

“Um, no, thank you.”

She realized her rules were kicking in. This was no laughing matter. She’d rejected a sexual proposition from a man, so now she had to choose between two rules. Choice 1: Once a day she must ask a man how she could change her appearance to be more attractive to him, and treat his suggestions as new rules for a year. Choice 2: Once a week she must ask a man what kind of unusual sex act he would like to try with a woman, and perform that sexual act in the woman’s position within 24 hours.

As always, she didn’t like either rule. The second choice might lead her to some really nasty or dangerous acts. The first choice was less weird. Talking about her appearance wasn’t that strange. She knew she looked good, so the suggestions probably wouldn’t be so bad. She could also choose the man. The first choice seemed a little safer, so she chose that. She’d also need to edge within the hour, but she figured she could go edge after she got seated with Larry in the restaurant.

Larry entered the foyer and collected her. He went to the front desk with her in tow. Larry said, “Here’s my reservation ID,” and showed the hostess his phone’s QR code. The hostess said, “thank you sir. Right this way.”

Larry and Brianna sat down at their table. Brianna realized her new rule to talk about her appearance was in place. Her rule was mentally pressuring her to get started. She had to obey it once per day and it was late in the day. She’d have to ask a man about her appearance. Larry seemed like the wisest choice. She may as well get it over with.

“So,” began Brianna, “I have a question. How I could change my appearance to be more attractive to you?”

Larry was flabbergasted. “You’re the most attractive woman I know. You’re gorgeous. I have wanted you from the day I met you. That’s one surprising question to start a date. I guess this question is important to you?”

Brianna felt awkward. She knew she was gorgeous. Sometimes she exploited it. She couldn’t really admit that. It sounded awful if she admitted it out loud, for one thing. Also, it wouldn’t make sense for her to ask that question if she said that she was confident in her looks. A part of her brain rumbled that she must keep the secret that she had rules. They were derived from the evaluation that she must not reveal. She’d have to answer somehow, though.

“Yes. Some people tell me I’m gorgeous, but I always wonder if they’re trying to fuck me and dump me. I tell everyone that women are at least as good as men. Deep down, though, I think every woman is a little insecure about her looks. Every woman especially wants to know if she’s attractive enough for the men who are important to her.” This was all true enough, she thought. “So, how could I change my appearance to be more attractive to you?”

“Wow. You are gorgeous now. You asked me a question I wasn’t prepared for. Let me think.”

Brianna waited. She realized this new rule was more dangerous than she thought. Anything he said was a new rule, so this was a rule multiplier. Each of these rules only lasted one year, but one year was long enough.

“Well, for one thing, I like your hair, but I think you’d be even more attractive if you let your hair grow out long.” Larry gestured at his own head, making it clear that he meant the length of the hair on her head.

Brianna nodded. She now had two new non-permanent rules, the one about asking about her appearance, and another requiring her to let her hair grow out long for a year. These rules weren’t too bad. Larry continued.

“Oh, I love your breasts. I’d love it if you dressed to show them off more, like showing some more cleavage. Your breasts are amazing.”

Brianna cried inside. She had three new rules tonight. She could only get rid of two. Two of them would go away after a year, but that was a long time. She could see that continuing to get extra rules might easily get her into dangerous situations. She needed to stop this fast.

“Thanks! Great! Let me work on those. I can’t change my clothes here. I’m sure I have some outfits you’ll like. I’ll wear those kinds of things for a year and we’ll see how things go afterwards. Okay?”

“I love it!”

They had a pleasant conversation over dinner. Brianna found that she was having stronger and stronger feelings for Larry. When she needed a defender he had stepped into the role. She enjoyed being with him and talking with him. He was more than a friend now. She wanted to make love to him. She noticed, with a start, that her hour from her last proposition was almost up. Brianna stood up and said, “I’m sorry, I need to use the ladies’ room.” Larry nodded. Brianna walked away and out of Larry’s sight.

Brianna soon had to edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door. If she edged in the busy restaurant’s ladies’ room she was certain to be caught. There was an alternative. She knew this restaurant connected to an office complex. She’d been in this office complex before. She knew its public rest rooms were on the other side of the complex. At this time of day, the entire complex would almost certainly be empty.

She quietly walked out of the restaurant through a heavy door that connected the restaurant to a short hallway. People didn’t normally use this connection at this time of day. She was fairly certain no one saw her leave the restaurant. At the end of the hallway she went through another heavy door. She entered an empty corridor of the office complex. The second heavy door closed behind her, causing reverberations in the empty corridor.

She couldn’t hear the restaurant at all. The pair of heavy doors completely isolated the restaurant from the rest of the complex. She walked partway down the corridor. She turned and walked down another corridor. It was dark. Emergency lighting was the sole source of light. She could hear her heels loudly clacking and echoing through the corridors. There was no evidence of anyone else. She was only a few hundred yards from the restaurant, but she felt completely alone.

She took another turn. Again it was darkness and emptiness. She realized there was a problem with her plan. If someone decided to rape her here, or abduct her, there would be no one to hear her scream. Larry would eventually notice her missing, but he would have no idea where she was. She couldn’t keep her heels from making noise as she walked, so any assailant could hear her approach. She pulled out her pepper spray. She knew this was no real defense. If a man wanted to overpower her, a little spray can was unlikely to do any good. She’d heard too many stories of women who thought the pepper spray would help them, and it hadn’t. She was short and she knew she’d be especially easy to overpower. In fact, she realized, her rules made sure she wouldn’t be able to resist a rapist at all.

She sped up her pace, frightened by her vulnerable situation. She got to the ladies’ room and entered. She turned on the light. If a rapist was here, she knew her body was his. She looked, but it appeared there was no one else in the room. She found no way to lock the door. There was no way to block it either. She hoped no one else would come in.

She was in a large rest room with 8 stalls. She got some paper towels and went into the furthest stall. She placed some paper towels on the floor. She stripped and knelt on the paper towels, facing the open stall door as required. She took out her trusty vibrator and focused on edging. She fantasized, but she found that only darker fantasies helped wind herself up. She dreamed of getting raped, of being enslaved, of being harshly punished.

She heard a large clatter outside the rest room, down the hallway. The sound reverberated along the empty corridors. She startled, looked up, and froze. Was someone nearby? She was on her knees, nude. If a man came in, she was helpless. She wouldn’t be allowed to resist, and she wouldn’t be allowed to penalize him later if she survived. She was sure the ladies’ room door was leaking light. That light advertised the presence of vulnerable goods in the ladies’ rest room for anyone who wanted them. She fearfully held her breath as long as she could. She heard no other sounds.

She went back to stroking herself. Finally she felt wet. Soon afterwards she felt a strong need for release. She reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her clit. She wasn’t allowed to orgasm. Her face and body were flushed. Her body was needy.

She dressed and washed her hands. She left the rest room, hurrying back through the empty corridor. She was fearful she might not see home again.

She finally got back to the restaurant and then to Larry. Safe. She lied, saying that the ladies’ rest room had a line, so she’d gone to one in the office complex. That sounded like a good justification for her lengthy break. The second part was true. Larry didn’t call her on the lie.

Larry drove her home. Once they arrived at her place, Larry said, “Let’s go to your bedroom. I have ideas.”

Brianna worried about those ideas, but he’d told her to go to her bedroom. She didn’t want to say no to a sexual proposition from him. She currently had way too many rules. She was also feeling horny. She wanted him to fuck her. Her concern was about those ideas. Some of them might hurt. She had a sore bottom. She didn’t know what he had in mind. Larry went to her bedroom, gym bag in hand. Brianna followed.

“So Brianna, let’s have a different kind of fun. I thought I’d give your bum a little rest. Tonight, I plan to make you strip and tie you up on the bed. face up. Each of your limbs will be securely tied to its matching post. Once I’m done tying you up, I’m going to have my way with you and make sure you are thoroughly fucked. Are you ready? The safeword is ‘red’!”

Getting tied up for sex was normally a guilty pleasure for Brianna. She almost always wanted to be in charge in any situation. This was an exception. She had told others that women should always be assertive with men. Women shouldn’t let themselves be tied up. When her boyfriend had tied her up, years ago, she’d found it to be a huge turn-on. If she was honest, she loved it. She’d begged her ex not to tell anyone. Many people would make fun of her if they knew the difference between her words and her real desires. She’d broken up with him years ago, in an unkind way. To his credit he’d never revealed her secret.

Things were different now, though. As she thought about being tied up she became afraid. Her recent nightmare still terrified her. In the dream she had been suspended naked mid-air in an X. She had had shackles on her wrists and ankles that were pulled tight by steel cables connected to the ceiling and floor. In the dream the men had been planning to maliciously torture and maim her. What Larry wanted to do was way too similar to the nightmare. Her recent fear in the office complex made it even more intense. Her head knew this was ridiculous. Her nightmare had been only a dream. Her emotions were hard to keep in check, though. The dream had been so vividly real and terrifying that this reminder of the dream awakened her fears.

Yet if she didn’t agree, she’d get another rule. She currently had too many rules. Getting another rule was even more terrifying. She fought to suppress the dream’s terror. She liked Larry. Normally this was something she’d want.

“Yes, okay. I like being tied up. A lot. I often say things that imply I don’t. Please promise me you won’t tell anyone that I like getting tied up. That’d be really embarrassing.”

“Sure!”

She stripped. Larry took his time tying her arms and legs. Finally, he removed his clothes, revealing his massively engorged cock. She guessed he’d been hard all evening.

He aggressively tightened the ropes. She could feel her arms and legs straining. She knew she was completely at his mercy. The dream terror returned in full force. She closed her eyes and breathed in short, shallow breaths. Larry misunderstood her actions as her being turned on. He moved between her legs. Without warning he punctured her cunt with his huge erect penis. He placed part of his weight on her exposed shoulders. He clawed at her unprotected breasts and mercilessly pounded her. Brianna squeezed her eyes shut tight and cried out. In her mind she saw the men from her nightmare. They were about to torment her. She couldn’t escape. Larry came into the defenseless cunt of a terrified Brianna. Brianna’s eyes rolled back. She fainted.